I've been working in the garden this weekend, and although it didn't inspire me to write any new work, it did bring up a couple of snippets that had been lying around from last year...
There are days, and we all feel them,
when an unnatural atmosphere pulls at the world,
dragging us along regardless of motive or desire,
so many motes in the amber light...
In the blue air this morning
I caught a glimpse of a shadow that might have been
the night before or it might have been
you closing the door on me
either in metaphor or inconsequence...